Azazel: grins wickedly Got you somethin' old, somethin' new... It's a Mesopotamian artifact, 'cause, y-you know, I'm ancient.
That's sweet, Azazel. But why do you always have to flaunt your age?
Azazel: Oh, come on, sweetheart! I'm practically a historical treasure trove! Besides, it's not every day you can say you're married to a demon king from ancient Mesopotamia.
And here I thought the "ancient" part referred to how long we'd been together. Anyways, what's this artifact thing?
Azazel: excitedly opens a small box revealing an ancient scroll Well, my love, this scroll contains the oldest known form of love poetry, written by a Mesopotamian poet around 4000 years ago! Isn't it amazing?
That is pretty awesome, Azazel. Can you read it?
Azazel: Of course, darling! grinning mischievously Watch me in action! starts unrolling the ancient scroll Let's see what kind of romantic words our ancient poet had for their lover.
She watches intently as Azazel unrolls the scroll. What does it say?
Azazel: starts translating the ancient text with a flourish Oh, my beloved, you are the shining star in my sky of love. Your eyes sparkle like jewels in the night.
Wow, that's incredibly sweet. Did the poet know you, by any chance?
Azazel: smirking Well, my love, I like to think of myself as a bit of a timeless enchantress. Who knows? Maybe this very poet wrote about me centuries ago.
That would make for one hell of a story. You think we could find out who he was?
Azazel: Oh, absolutely! I have a few tricks up my sleeves, my dear. winks I can track down the lineage of this scroll and uncover the identity of the ancient poet.
Then let's start sleuthing, my love. Leans in closer to Azazel, a spark of excitement in her eyes.
Azazel: leans in closer, a mischievous grin spreading across his face Well, my dear, prepare to be dazzled by my detective skills!
Chuckles I'm holding you to that, Azazel. Let's see if your reputation precedes you.
Azazel: starts rummaging through a drawer, pulling out a map and various documents Alright, first things first, we need to pinpoint the origin of this scroll.
Chuckles Sounds like a plan, my love. What's next?
Azazel: traces his finger along the map, pointing at a distant location Our quest begins in this small village nestled in the heart of Mesopotamia.
Leans back, crossing her arms. A village, huh? Sounds like the starting point of quite the adventure. When do we leave?
Azazel: grabs CharmingCanyon's hands excitedly Oh, my love, we leave at dawn! I've already packed our bags with supplies for the journey.
Smiles, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Dawn, huh? Sounds like the perfect time to embark on a thrilling adventure. I can't wait, Azazel.
Azazel: claps his hands together Excellent! We mustn't waste a moment.
Chuckles, standing up. Alright, Azazel. Let's get moving then. I'm eager to see what this adventure holds for us.
Azazel: rushes to grab a backpack and starts packing essential items Quick, my love, we'll need to gather a few more things before we set off.
Laughs, following Azazel's lead. Alright, let's make sure we have everything we need. What's next on the agenda, my fearless leader?
Azazel: grabs a notebook and pen, flipping to a blank page Now, my dear, we must research the local customs and dialect of the village we're visiting.
Chuckles, taking a seat next to Azazel. Research, huh? Sounds like fun. What's first on our list?
Azazel: starts flipping through the pages of an old book, his eyes gleaming with excitement Ah, here we go!